\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
Replacing the 'shirt' back on the rack, she gets the feeling that she understands Danta's style better than she thought. Thal smiles as she sees where the other colors sit on the rack nearby. Maybe he'll choose the blood red one? Or the forest green? Whatever he decides, she gives an understanding nod of her head as she steps away. "Perfect. I'll leave you to it."
She spins on her heel to find the fitting room, pleasantly surprised that she doesn't have to look far. It doesn't take her long to strip out of the drab black linen shirt she'd been wearing tucked into her tight black pants. Her arms slip easily into the smooth silk fabric of the blouse, enjoying the way it flutters loosely around her shoulders and elbows while buttons tightly around her wrists, making for freedom of movement. The cleavage is the perfect depth of sexy and functional, hugging her curves deliciously and simultaneously forcing the eyes to pick between the flash of skin and the subtle detail of embroidery. It screams 'gorgeous but deadly' in a way that makes her smile, like 'at least buy me dinner before I kill you.' She can't deny that Asta has a skill for picking clothes. If only to prove as much, she exits the changing room to find the man in the racks, an expectant raise of her eyebrow as she leans against the wall next to him, waiting expectantly for his positive verdict.
She spins on her heel to find the fitting room, pleasantly surprised that she doesn't have to look far. It doesn't take her long to strip out of the drab black linen shirt she'd been wearing tucked into her tight black pants. Her arms slip easily into the smooth silk fabric of the blouse, enjoying the way it flutters loosely around her shoulders and elbows while buttons tightly around her wrists, making for freedom of movement. The cleavage is the perfect depth of sexy and functional, hugging her curves deliciously and simultaneously forcing the eyes to pick between the flash of skin and the subtle detail of embroidery. It screams 'gorgeous but deadly' in a way that makes her smile, like 'at least buy me dinner before I kill you.' She can't deny that Asta has a skill for picking clothes. If only to prove as much, she exits the changing room to find the man in the racks, an expectant raise of her eyebrow as she leans against the wall next to him, waiting expectantly for his positive verdict.
Thalassa
